today i yelled at everyone on the floor and told them off. i was being slammed at pastry, yes, but when they all came at me and offered help, the narrow-ness of the space was greatly amplified. and i felt almost claustrophobic. to the extent of telling them to go away, leave me alone to settle my things and they go back to their POS and bar and frap. yes, after that i felt bad though, and apologised. for the first time, my anger reared its ugly head. usually i just bitch about it in the back room.
and today, a lady came in asking for decaf frap light. i went "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" as i was measuring the beans, grinding it, brewing it, and preparing the decaf frap light mix. all for a decaf tall coffee frap light. even after i told her she'd have to wait 15 mins. she even looked peeved! gees! ugh! how annoying right? so anyways, i predict the whole pitcher of decaf frap light will be thrown away pretty soon.
and i hate when calls come in at bad times, regardless of who's calling. let me define bad times, when i'm sound asleep dreaming of a happy world full of smurves and carebears, when i'm in a middle of a pastry slam, when i'm fully absorbed in my book and flipping the pages voraciously, when i'm soaking up the sun, when i'm devouring my big big bowl of yummy-licious ice cream, when i'm on the very verge of falling asleep and dreaming of a happy world full of smurves and carebears. i do think you get the idea.
i hate it when i have to take a moment to consider, should i just reject your call? or pick it up and tell you i'll call you back soon, knowing i most probably will forget to?
